emotion is primarily determined by the cingulate cortex and, secondly, by other cortical areas. Emotional expression was thought to be governed by the hypothalamus. The cingulate gyrus projects to the hippocampus, and the hippocampus projects to the hypothalamus by way of the bundle of axons called fornix. Hypothalamic impulses reach the cortex via relay in the anterior thlamic nuclei.

Its physiological.

Chapter 3


WHAM!!!!
( WHAT THE..????)
…my question exactly. Where the hell am I?

Brian tried to look around him, but found he could only see darkness.
( ya know? I think we are in a pile of straw )
…straw??? How would you know that?
( you probably don’t remember, but try to think back to that field trip with Mrs. Kennedy science class back in the fifth grade )
….fifth grade?? I’m THIRTY for cryin out loud.
( well, you may not remember, but I do. This stuff smells like something that was at the petting zoo )
…well if you say so…
( so can we move? )
…a little
( turn your head and try to look for light somewhere )

Craning his neck, which wasn’t exactly easy, Brian thought he could detect a faint glimmer of light just above him and slightly to his right.
…ok yeah. I see some light up there
( ok good. That means we aren’t dead )
..are you sure?
( point taken. Just see if you can dig us out of here )

Moving very carefully, he discovered that if he moved just a little bit at a time, he could make some progress toward getting out of the position he was in.
( wow. Kinda like being in an avalanche )
…how the hell would you know? We’ve never been in one )
( saw it on tv once )
..figures
( what’s THAT supposed to mean? )
…never mind. Let’s just see if we can get out of here.
( alright, then. But I am going to ask you for an explanation to that comment eventually )

Ever so slowly, Brian made progress in moving toward source of the light. As he moved, he heard what he thought might be the rustling of mice moving around in the ( straw? ) pile.
Shaking of a mild case of the heebie jeebies, he made his way up to the point where the light was coming in. He couldn’t help but pause when the thought stuck him that it might be possible that the light he was seeing was the illumination that people who have had near death experiences sometimes describe.
( seriously? Get a grip, dude )
..oh leave me alone will you?

Making the decision that to find out one way or the other would be the best course of action, Brian stuck his hand up and broke through the layer of whatever ( straw ) it was that he was buried under and felt gentle warmth. Figuring he wasn’t stuck in the depths of Hell, he leveraged his way up until his head came poking through the top of the pile. He looked around him
…well what do you know? It IS straw
( I told you it was )
…yes. I know.
and saw that he was surrounded by more piles of straw. There was no particular order to their placement. To the contrary, it was relatively chaotic,
( like you know what a field of straw is supposed to look like? )
…oh shut up
Or so it seemed since there was a pile very close to the one he found himself in
( where are we again? )
..I don’t know. I’m trying to figure it out. Just back off for a few minutes.
while other piles were quite far apart.

Continuing his look around, he saw, off in the distance, what looked like a small cottage. Seeing smoke coming from the chimney, he assumed that it was occupied
..shall we go take a look
( sure. Why not )

Brian very gingerly wrestled himself the rest of the way out of the pile, then slowly climbed down. Finding his feet on firm land, he started walking in the direction he thought the cottage lay in.

It will come and when it does it will entertain. I am sure of that.

I look forward to put your story in the magazine.